/slash/ Gen was content with living her life. At least until she met her boyfriend's unstable sister, Atsuka. Things get even worse when both of their dark pasts resurface and they find themselves in love. Contains Shoujo ai, yuri.

Summary: As the flower
dies, her love does the same. However, it sprouts somewhere
surprising. In a whole new garden…

Rating: PG-13+

Warning: Shoujo-ai and
possible Shounen-ai.

Chapter One: An Old
Feeling

The petals were
wilting, turning the usually pink tinted leaves to an ugly
brownish-green color. The head of the formerly brilliant piece of
botany began to droop, looking towards the ground as if sorrow was
causing its wilting.

A sigh escapes the lips
of the blonde girl as she gently petted the head of the wilting
flower.

The girl's lips
frowned in a pout as her brilliant blue irises shone brightly as she
watched her beloved flower lean towards its demise.

"My flower's
dying." She said sadly as she tucked her knee under her chin and
watched the flower sadly.

"What's that?"
Asked a male voice from the bathroom.

Sighing, the girl sat
up straight and stood. She stretched as she walked over to the coat
rack and grabbed her jacket.

"Nothing." The
blonde girl said as she threw her coat over she shoulders, watching
as the boy made his way out of the bathroom.

He was a tall,
masculine male. He had dark black skin with shoulder-length black
hair which he wore feathered with a few streaks of blonde. The boy's
brown eyes lit up as he gave his girlfriend and million-dollar grin
and put an arm around her.

"Something wrong,
baby?" He asked as he looked down at the blonde.

She smiled up at the
boy and simply shook her head, "No, no. Just talking to myself…
but something might be wrong if you don't hurry up and get
dressed." She stated as smacked her boyfriend's toned chest.

The man rubbed her
pectoral and frowned, "Ouch. Why so rough, Gen?"

Gen, the blonde, simply
placed her hands on her hips and sighed, "Well, loverboy, you are
the one that insisted that we go have dinner with your parents and
sister tonight and now you're going to make us late because you
refuse to put on a damn shirt."

"Shirt? Who needs a
shirt?" He asked, flexing his well-toned torso.

Gen simply rolled her
eyes, "Storm, if you don't get dressed then I'm just gonna go
without you and explain to your parents that you were too busy
flexing to have dinner with them."

Storm simply rolled his
eyes and trudged back into the bathroom, "Fine, fine but I don't
see why you worry. My parents love you!"

Gen crossed her arms
and leaned against the wall, "Well, let's try to keep it that
way. Plus, I haven't met your sister yet."

The dark-skinned man
shouted from the bathroom as he dressed, "You'll like her. She's
kind of… odd but don't worry about it. She'll grow on you."

As her boyfriend spoke,
Gen made her way over to her dying flower and gave it a few more
sprinkles of water.

She had been with Storm
for nearly a year and a half. He was great. They'd met when he
moved into the area. Gen had been walking down the street when she
heard someone playing an acoustic guitar and singing and when she
turned a corner, she was met with the brilliant brown eyes of Storm
Remington, singer and songwriter extraordinaire!

Of course, she wasn't
too impressed with the seemingly homeless guitarist at first that is
until he decided to serenade her with his own rendition of 'Fly Me
to the Moon' by Frank Sinatra. How he knew that was her all time
favorite song she'll never know.

Long story short, they
began talking then began dating then began living together. Things
were going good… mostly.

Gen sighed as she
turned away from her flower as Storm made his way out of the
bathroom, now wearing a pair of slim fit black jeans and a white
t-shirt. He was a handsome man, and a very good boyfriend.

What reason didn't
Gen have to be with him forever?

The two 'love birds'
made their way out of the second-story apartment and into their
little crappy car. The drive to Storm's parent's house didn't
take long but they got to speak a good amount along the way.

"So, tell me about
your sister."

Storm thought a moment,
"Well, she's adopted, just like yours truly. Uh, she's a year
younger than me and was attending college to become a psychologist."

"Was?"

"Yeah, she dropped
out."

"Why?"

Storm chuckled, "How
can a psycho become a psychologist?"

Gen blinked a few times
at the statement, "That's not a very nice thing to say to your
sister, Storm."

"Well, she kind of
is. The girl is just out there. She's always analyzing people and
shit like that. Not that she's judgmental, just… very good at
observing things."

"Where does she live
now?"

Storm thought a moment,
"Last I heard, she was staying with her 'girlfriend' in an
apartment a few cities over."

Girlfriend?

The male must have
sensed Gen's confusion and spoke up, "Yeah, Atsuka is gay. She's
very open about it too but if she hits on you don't pay much
attention. It's just a little game she likes to play."

So, Gen was going to be
spending the afternoon with a 'psychotic' lesbian who likes to
play games…

The car pulled up the
two-story home along the street and Storm stepped out. Gen followed
after her boyfriend, taking his hand in her own as they walked up the
steps and knocked on the door.

After a moment's
wait, the door flew open and Storm's hand was whipped away from
her's as she watched Storm fall to the ground after being tackled.

Gen blinked in shock as
she watched Storm's attacker stand and place her hands on her hips.

Gen was immediately
caught off guard and stepped back as she stared into two brilliant
brown eyes. Storm had some amazing eyes but these were just…
different.

Swallowing hard, Gen
forced her gaze away from the eyes of the mystery girl and knelt down
to help up Storm. She looked up at the girl as she did so and thought
a moment.

She finally spoke up.

"You must be
Atsuka…."

To Be
Continued.

Author's Notes

So… I'm back and
with a brand new Shoujo-ai story!

Sorry about
disappearing but I've been super, mega, ultra busy with school,
getting ready to graduate, getting ready for college, work, and my
band all together. It's been pretty hectic but I'm gonna try to
write some more for everyone!

This chapter was pretty
short and crappy but I'm gonna try to do better next time.

Anyways, until next
time!

.ilze

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